The Big Gag

Short disclaimer: Dear readers, if you are looking for a quick action story, may as well hit the back button right now. This story much like the others I enjoy or write will have a slow build up. In fact, it may be entirely non-erotic, only in TSCD purely for the theme of the story. If you are looking for more of a Drama, please read on, this first chapter is left kinda hanging, ideas will be looked at by those that post with a User Name... so I can give Credit, where Credit is Due. Anonymous posts may spark some minor influence, but will get no credit, as I already have about four ideas in mind.

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So... my ex-girlfriend Jessica, more commonly known as Jessie, is dating the biggest tool on campus. Of all names that he could have, it just so happens his name is Jesse. I just knew they had been cheating on me for a while, but I couldn't find any proof. Normally I'm not vindictive, but a chord had been struck, and I wanted to get back at Jesse for stealing Jessie away from me.

I had to come up with a plan, and one was starting to form. Maybe if I could get Jessie to catch Jesse cheating on her, like they did with me, I could get them to break up. Now the question was who to enlist to help with my plan? I didn't really know that many people at school that I thought had a mean or rotten streak big enough to try to seduce Jesse, just in-time for Jessie to show up. Not to mention, would Jessie go off and start a fight with someone that was willing to help me break them up. This was not becoming a very good plan.

Maybe there was a guy; gay, bisexual, or maybe just an actor that would be willing to seduce him. At the very least, to give it a shot. Surely Jessie wouldn't want to start a fight with a guy right? I started feeling out those that I thought would be willing, what I found was I have no Gaydar, and it wasn't likely that anyone I had talked to would be so inclined.

Some of the schools fundraisers were plays or musicals of popular Broadway acts, so the school had a pretty big theatre budget. Sarah was working on the crew as a makeup artist, but like everyone else she needed core classes for her degree. I just happen to share a class with her. Theatre was her passion, it was all she talked about in our business finance class. I had been to a play or two to help out with the fundraisers, I had to admit, she did some damn fine work on the actors and actresses.

After finances class on Friday, I caught Sarah before she got out the door. I wasn't sure what to say to her, so I just told her I was wondering if she could do something to make someone look unlike themselves without disfigurement. I asked her if she would be able to do something that I could go home and my family wouldn't recognize me. "I don't know," she replied, "I can do an impression of your face and see what can be worked out."

I let her know that would be great, and we set up a when and where to meet. I had to go back stage at the schools theatre to make the impression. "It'll take a couple days to set up, and I'll need a picture for skin tone comparison," she informed me. "I'll tell ya in finance when I have everything ready, and you can come by and take a look."

The wait felt like weeks, but turned out to only be two days. Class was a bit crowded when we both go into the auditorium, so Sarah waited till class was over, just as I had on Friday. "Hey Curtis, the impression is ready, so I'll be starting with prothstetics to create some new features. Can you come by and sit on Wednesday for a tone test?" she asked me.

"Sure, Wednesday is fine. Last class gets out at 5:30, what time should I show up?" I replied

"That's about the time the actors leave, so about forty-five minutes will give me time to get things put away, and get set up for your test." She was pretty punctual, so this time frame seemed dead on.

"6:15 it is then" I told her.

Two more days, two more weeks, two more years... It all felt t he same to me. I was getting anxious for some payback, so time seemed to stop in its tracks. There was nobody I would be willing to essentially "use" for my revenge, so I had to become somebody else myself. Eternity passed while I was waiting on Wednesday, yet I just woke up Tuesday morning. Groaning I figured I'd just pass some time on the PC looking at deception video's and maybe working on an accent. If this was going to work, Jessie couldn't have any idea who I really was. For that matter, neither could Jesse; or it was all for nothing, and I was sure I'd be branded as gay for seducing my ex's new boyfriend. Not exactly the information one wants to travel around a school when they still have two and a half years to attend for their bachelor's degree.

I tried a Aussie accent, some of it sounded good, but not all of it. Moving on I jumped across the pond, the Brit accent was much better, though my lingo needed some finishing touches. Rather than "guy" I practiced "bloke." Cliché I know, but when in Rome... A bit of BBC during the evening after my one class that day, so I could pick up some phrases, with practice most of Wednesday talking to myself, I was feeling reasonably confident that I'd be able to pull this off.

At 6:00, I started to make my way to the theatre to meet up with Sarah. When I walked into her cubicle, she was shaking her head so I asked her if everything was okay. She had me sit down, and started putting some of the prosthetics up to my face. Shaking her head some more, she explained that the tone was off just a bit, and she wasn't able to do anything to make me look like someone else without appearing disfigured. As disfigured wouldn't work if I wanted to pretend to seduce Jesse, we basically just made sure to match tones perfectly. Once we got a match, she let me know she'd keep working to find something.

I had been keeping with the Brit accent while we were working on the "New Me," two which she informed me that I needed a bit more work if I was going to use it to fool my family. "It's close," she said, "bit needs a touch of work. I can tell the director about your family gag, he may have some advice for you." I thanked her profusely, and told her it was a great idea.

I had almost given up on Sarah when she came into finances beaming nearly three weeks later. "Hey Curtis!" she said after class." I think I have something that will definitely trick your family, but you may need to speak with the class voice coach before it will work." Her revelation left me puzzled, and she wasn't about to give any information, rather she wanted to keep it as a surprise. "He's not going to be there long, so you may want to come with me to the theatre now, so we can get started. I already told him, and he thinks that it's a surefire plan to pull off your gag."

I was sitting in her cubicle while she went to find Trevor, or Tyler, or whatever his name was. While I was looking around I couldn't help but notice my face was missing. There were several others littering her work area though. Maybe she just hadn't had things set up, after all we did come straight from finances. The ones I could see had to be some for their next production.

Sarah returned shortly, and officially introduced me to Travis. Ah Ok, so that's his name I thought to myself, should be easy enough to remember. It was then that I let them both know my friends and family called me Curry, they both nodded. As he was explaining normally I would have to pay for his service, but being a family prank he'd let the fee slide, much like Sarah was; he used three different pitches and accents. If I were blind, or looking some other direction, I'd have been sure I was speaking to a Australian man, a French woman, and a Cajun male. This man was very good, I can see why Sarah was sure he would be able to help. First thought in my head was, Me Mum won't know what hit 'er; going with their family gag logic. In what I assume was his regular voice, Travis told me to meet him after Sarah had done her work. I assured him I would, then Sarah turned my chair towards her, and reached for the worktable.

Most of the cubicle was covered in mirrors, so I was able to see which head she was reaching for even if I wasn't looking that direction. My attention was immediate, I asked her if she was putting things away, to which she informed me that she had to do a complete one eighty, to make me unrecognizable without disfigurement. The head she was reaching for was clearly not me, as it was a rather attractive twenty-something blonde.

"That'll never work," I protested. Although my mind was racing with possibilities in the nature of 'Perfect for Jesse,' or 'Maybe Jessie swings both ways, and Jesse could catch Jessie cheating.' The latter being preferential in my opinion, avoiding the whole seduction of Jesse was very appealing to me. "I'm sure my mother would sniff out some of my tendencies, and finger me right off." Using the Brit accent again, "Besides on the way there, others would notice mannerism, and I'd be Identified as 'A Bloke in a Frock."

"Never happen!" she replied. "The time it will take you to work on your voice, and you'll have to practice makeup, since I'm not going with you; we can work on those mannerisms. Mum will never know." Her use of the word 'Mum' made me chuckle. "No more chuckling Missy, girls giggle." After a long pause she asked me, "So is it going to be Missy, or would you prefer 'Rocky' from the movie Mask?"

I still had to think on it for a few, even if it was only just for show. Jessie and Jesse would not be getting laid by Rocky, not when they had someone that wasn't disfigured already in their lives. I would have to become 'Missy.' "How about Jennifer, Missy may be an abbreviation for Melissa, but it's also a generic term for a young lady, and 'Mum' may catch that right away if my voice isn't perfect." Sarah seemed to like this idea.

"Jenny it is then!" Her smile was a bit too infused with Kid in a Candy Store.

She left the cubicle for a few minutes telling me she'd be right back. When she came back, she had someone from Wardrobe, and Travis was with her again. The Lady from Wardrobe had me strip down to my briefs, and took a bunch of measurements, I wasn't sure why, till Travis explained if I was going to be a British Woman for a few hours, I would need proper attire. He also made me work on a pitch that was a bit closer to Emily Blunt's. Miss Blunt wasn't nearly as high pitched as say Keira Knightly, which was how he sold me on the pitch. A much higher pitch would be very hard to pull off, I think that was probably his best point as of yet.

Before Laurie from Wardrobe left, she asked what my Bust size was going to be. Hell, I hadn't even given that a seconds thought. Sarah recommended a larger "B" or a smaller "C" cup. "Jenny is fairly normal on size, so large or small will probably look wrong, if you know what I mean. By the way, you'll want to keep this tattoo hidden of your Mom and Carrie, I'm guessin' that's your sister's name?" Sarah's logic seemed to be the consensus among the four of us. I couldn't help but think, this payback had way too many people involved now. If something didn't work out, a lot of people could really get in trouble.

On Friday, at the end of the first week, Sarah told me to stay behind when everyone else left for the night. I'd been coming daily to practice application of the prosthetics, makeup, and wardrobe, not to mention walking in heels. At this point I was ok with a three inch heel, but not stilettos and nothing higher. "You know," she started, "You are going to have an unsightly bulge an any skirt that's anywhere near fashionable, and no way can you get away with pant's leggings or shorts. We've all seen your package, there is no hiding it without another prosthetic." Her words rang true, I had noticed myself, and tried to tuck it when it wasn't uncomfortable, like sitting was.

We had a very private fitting that night. Since it had been a while since Jessie and I had done anything, even before the breakup, the whole time was rather uncomfortable. Sarah was as gentle as possible, "I don't want to break it," she'd exclaimed at one point. She did point out, "This is perfect actually, to see where it will end up when erect in the prosthetic, I can make a canal so, hard or soft, you can sit comfortably."

The following Friday, Laurie was back. My mouth dropped when I saw what she was carrying. A boned corset like I'd seen the actresses wearing. I was sure I didn't want to wear one. All of the actresses that had to wear them complained about breathing and eating, not an issue I wanted to partake of, yet it became part of my daily routine. At the end of the night, Laurie gave me some clothes to borrow for the weekend, along with the corset. She told me I would need to get my own for the remainder of the time I would be practicing, since the ones I was using were production props. She was kind enough to let me know corseted I was a size six, and giving me some ideas where to find stuff fairly reasonably priced. Corseted with the fake boobs, ready to dress, I was 36B-26-35. Apparently the corset pushed the middle up and down, since it was tightened from the middle out. At five foot six inches, one hundred and thirty pounds, I was neither considered large or small. Many of us in my graduating class in high school had that very build. We were definitely not football players, several of us had soccer, track and field, wrestling or something else to keep us in shape.

While I didn't have to pay for "Training" clothing and makeup were out of my pocket. Small price to pay for that which I had planned. Sarah was gracious enough to accompany me on my first girl weekend. A couple outlet stores, same chain stores, and cosmetics cost nearly five hundred bucks, and I went places to save money. I guess that's to be expected if you are essentially building a new person. I'd gotten three corsets, they were the bulk of my expenses really. When I took them off, and put them back on, I left them tied, and just used the hooks in the front, always starting from the middle, so I would get the push down to give myself a 35 waist still. Oh yes, the Salon, that was pricey too, while I didn't keep my hair short, I didn't keep it long either, so I needed a style that would work very androgynously, sort of a Mandy Moore 'How to Deal' look. Keeping my color, the stylist just added some lowlights. During class I would just keep it styled straight back.

For nearly a month I showed up every day after classes, got through putting on the Jenny look, then went and talked to Travis during the scenes, while he wasn't consulting one of the actors or actresses. We'd talk about the play, and how rehearsals were going, he'd point on a problem on speech with not only the actor, but with my practice as well. After the third week, I had entertained the idea of moving my degree to acting, or at least something behind the scenes, speech, wardrobe, just being around this crowd.

All the while, when she had some free time, Sarah would head to my apartment, so we could work on mannerisms. Spring Break would be soon, the last day of school classes before the break would probably be the best time, as people would be leaving, and there'd be much less risk if the plan got off track. While Sarah was at my apartment, she'd noticed that all the pictures were my Mother, Father, and brother Todd. "Where's Carrie?" she asked me one day.

I pointed to myself, not thinking anything of it. "My mom always wanted a girl, she refused to call me Curry, she insisted on Carry. That tattoo that you are thinking of was supposed to be spelled C-U-R-R-Y. The artist fucked up, Mom almost died laughing." I could see it on her face, as the realization set in.

"So THAT'S why you went with Jenny!" it was a statement that resembled a question

"Actually, I told you Jennifer, you made it Jenny," I retorted.

Snickering she came back with, "So I did, so I did."

A week before classes let out for Spring Break, I asked Sarah if she wanted to have a girl's week. "I've been practicing mannerisms, speech, clothing, walking, and the list goes on for about a month, maybe a little bit more. What do you say we test drive Jennifer out in public. I know we did the shopping thing, but that was very limited, and we talked to nearly nobody, so it was easy to get by. How 'bout a full week of Sarah and Jennifer talk on the night?"

"Starting with the weekend?" she asked.

"May as well, maybe we could get into a bar and have our drinks bought for us?" I didn't know if it was a good idea, but I tossed it out there.

"Best not," she replied, "date rape and all, you could get found out pretty quick, both of us could pay for that." I had to concede, but tossed some other ideas around. Other than Wednesday, when she'd have to stay late at the theatre, that was exactly what we did. Thursday night as we said goodbye, she pulled a wand out of her purse with a big star at the end, like the ones in the old time commercials, then commenced to dub me "Jenny, the 72 hour Princess." I nearly peed my panties, gave her a hug, and headed towards my apartment.

I called off my two classes on Friday, I wanted to spend the day Following Jesse, to see if I could find a time that'd be right to get him "caught" with another girl. I was sure Sarah would look for me in finance, but maybe she thought I was getting a head start, so I would have some changing time before getting home. From what I could tell, Jesse and Jessie were leaving in the morning for one of Florida's many Spring Break locations, Ft. Lauderdale if they are taking the popular route. Now I just needed to wait for Jessie to go somewhere for a last minute errand, and get Jesse in a spot where I could seduce him. It would be entirely too much work to see if Jessie swings both ways. I didn't think so, I'm sure I'd have seen a sign or two. No checking out the girls when I did, not many nights hanging with her girlfriends, she's pretty steady staying with the guys, she does like to get laid.

Jessie wasn't making any effort to go anywhere from what I could tell, so I went to see Sarah, and say goodbye for the break, and to thank her, Travis, and Laurie for all their effort. When I arrived, I found Travis talking to Laurie about a corset being too tight, that Tina was having trouble with lines and pitch. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt, but I wanted to thank both of you for your help before I head home."

"You are not driving in that corset are you?" Laurie asked before either had really replied to my thanks.

"No," I said, "I was just getting Sarah's Seal of Approval before going back to my apartment to change for the drive."

"Oh good!" Laurie sighed, "You are quite welcome. Good luck with the gag." Travis made a similar comment, before I took my leave to talk to Sarah.

It was Sarah's voice, she was on the phone. I could hear her, but I didn't want to interrupt, so I stayed around the corner till she hung up. "What do you mean he doesn't talk to his mom?" There was a short break before she took her turn again. The tattoo says Mom and Carrie? right?... and you got the pic I sent you? I'm sure he didn't see me take it, he was practicing in four inch heels... No he didn't come to me to be a girl, he came to me to look different, to play a gag on his family. If he doesn't talk to them it doesn't make any sense, why keep doing this for weeks?... And you're saying he was following Jesse all day? Does he think you cheated on him, maybe he's trying to get you back, or at least break you two up, if he does... that does make sense, if he looks like a girl because as a guy he'd be disfigured, I guess he would have to start with Jesse instead of you... Ok, I'm leaving for Cancun in the morning, enjoy Palm Beach. Buhbye"

Fuck me, that changes everything I thought to myself. While I heard her putting everything away, I made my way towards the door I know she comes and goes from. Looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't watched, when I got to the door I turned around, and took my regular path to her cubicle. She was on her way to the door, and saw what looked like the door closing behind me as I was walking in. Perfect, she wouldn't know I heard her and Jessie. My outfit was one that she hadn't seen yet, I'd gotten it during a lull in the day today, "One last Seal of Approval before I go? How's the new outfit?" I was hoping maybe the new outfit and her understanding that it was bought today would give her some doubt that I was following Jesse. She seemed very surprised to see me.